White

     I used to love the color white. The whiteness of snow as it falls outside the window and coats the trees with a cold and shivering blanket, while I sit cozily in my living room. The whiteness of the stars sparkling on the black velvet jewelers mat of the night sky. The white of my cat Hazel against the multicolored rainbow patchwork of the quilt on my bed. The white hairs of a Boer goat freshly washed for the 4-H fair. The white of a Daisy petal as the flower bends softly and gracefully in a field as the breeze caresses it.

    White is the culmination of all colors mixed and combined together. The pure essence of all the colors our eyes can see. And when stroked out of the weave become the reds, greens, blues, purples, and yellows we all love.

    So I know you are wondering why I USED to love the color white and not any longer. Okay, maybe 'used to' is the wrong phrase.  Lets just say I am developing a strong dislike. Since moving to Phoenix something has slapped me in the face everywhere I go and has made me wonder if the majority of the people here in Phoenix have no imagination, or are just not able to tease the colors from the white.

    The majority of the cars on the road here are white. White sedans, pickup trucks, vans, SUVs, minivans... the list goes on and on. If parked at a light and there are 20 cars around you 16 of them will be white! I know I have counted them! Sometimes I just sit in my car and pull a Charlie Brown and holler out ARRRRGGGH! Do the people here not like cars of a different color? Do the sales people here tell the unsuspecting buyer that a white car will be cooler in the scorching heat of the summer?

   I just don't know, but I long for reds and greens and blues. I notice the vehicles that are not white much more now, I take note of the people who drive them.
  Maybe that is the reason.  I am supposed to notice the colors, I am supposed to remember that I am an individual, I am not a lemming, I am unique and different.......

I am color..........